Friday, May 16, 2008

i'm waiting to paint!

I long to paint. To pick brushes of different kinds, dip them in various shades of colour, and to spread them in strokes across a sheet of paper.

I miss it. The audacious smell of kerosene and turpentine that forbids anyone to gain entry into my room. The splay of tubes of paints, newspapers, heavy objects that i use to hold my sheets in place, a radio who music accompanies those gentle strokes of a brush. Mother grumbling for the nth time that i've dirtied the floor, and my clothes.

Invariably , somehow, i tend to paint my floor and my clothes. There was this white pyjamas which had yellows, reds, greens on it. It always happened that i felt compelled to paint on that particular day when i wore this pair of pyjamas.

At times, the process goes on till late night, until i get sickened by the smells of the various chemicals around me. I continue with it in the following morning right after i brush my teeth, like my life depends on it. Stepping around the room requires utmost caution, for God only knows where i've thrown what!

Drying it requires time. I refuse it to leave my sight. It shifts it's position during different times of the day. When the maid, comes in to mop the floor, it lies o the bed. When i plan to sprawl on the bed, it goes onto the floor. And when finally warns me, it enters a room upstairs. It lies at peace there, for a week or so. With regular checks to estimate the amount of paint that sticks to the finger to indicate it's phase of drying.

I'm waiting to get back to it. I know i will, after i'm done with my exams.

4 comments:

Shashikiran said...

I've seen your art at flickr and liked them. I hope you'll post your paint-work too. Right now, all the best for your exams!

VENU VINOD said...

YOU REALLY MISS PAINTING IT SEEMS, I TOO MISS IT VERY MUCH. I USED TO PLAY WITH COLOURS TILL I WAS IN MA. BUT ONCE I STARTED PERSUING MY JOB, I LOST MY PAINTS AND PALLET :(

Kadalabal said...

start painting looking forward to see some good paintings it is great

The 'Ekaangi' said...

i never found pleasure in painting.... i always ran away frm it... but u dunno how much i love watching someone paint. My cousin sister does... and does it so well too... i love to see her eyes when she paints... so intense, filled with different colors... her mouth twists and turns... her hair keeps falling on her face which she keeps pulling it back... within no time... scratches on paper transform to something so beautiful !